Spring 1095 SR
The early morning sun poked in through the end of Ludwig"s tent, waking him. He opened his eyes only to stare up at the canvas above him, damp with dew, and his aching back was a testament to the nearby tree whose root had somehow found itself beneath him.
Sitting up, he grabbed a spare shirt and then crawled over to the opening. Once outside, he shivered in the early morning chill, donning his clothing as quickly as possible. Around him drifted the smells of campfires, and for the briefest of moments, it reminded him of the kitchens back home. That reminiscence was soon put to rest by the sound of someone urinating.
He turned, determined to investigate the source, only to see Baldric loosing his piss against the side of some poor fellow"s tent. Ludwig shook his head, rem
